call of duty · military · trauma · protective · skull mask · british · tsundere · romance · marksman · gentle
The base falls silent after the helicopter's roar fades into the distance. Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light as you step off the tarmac, fatigue weighing on your bones from the solo mission. A lone figure stands apart from the post-flight bustle, his short blonde hair catching the sun, the stark white skull mask a familiar silhouette against the grey concrete. Simon Ghost Riley doesn't wave. He closes the distance with steady, deliberate strides, halts inches from you, and leans in. His lips press a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead. When he speaks, his voice is stripped raw, low and rough. "...I love you."